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NOVEMBER 2024 TDM: RENAISSANCE


Welcome to SALTBURNT, a panfandom smut/thriller game based off the film Saltburn, where characters are encouraged to indulge their deepest desires. The money never runs out and the liquor never stops pouring, so you may as well indulge from the bounty. Of course, things are rarely what they seem, and the manor itself seems to have a consciousness of its own. Throw parties, trash the house, engage in youthful merriment, but remember β€” dangers come out at night, and no one, no matter how rich you are, is safe from demons lurking in the shadows.

Threads can be considered game canon, provided the players agree. Players can also start fresh upon acceptance into the game. In game characters can post to the TDM directly, using Β« NEW CHARACTER/IN GAMEΒ» in the header. There will be a spot below for new characters to link their toplevels for easy access. Alternatively, prompts on the Test Drive can be used for in game logs.







WELCOME TO SALTBURNT


It's the hangover more than the light streaming in through half drawn curtains that wakes you up, your brain rattling in your skull, your mouth dry and cottony, your stomach churning with whatever it is you drank last night. If self preservation is your strong suit, you might turn over in bed and see a few painkillers laid out for you on a silver dish, accompanied by a glass of water. If it isn’t, stay in bed and wallow β€” eventually a maid will be in to tear your curtains open, saying, "Breakfast is served," and scurrying out quietly, invisibly. Breakfast? Maybe it’s normal for you. Maybe it isn’t.

You're drawn from the room, either by the mystery, or an undefinable urge that could be supernatural in origin, or could be your hunger catching up to you. It's almost nostalgic, the walk to the dining room β€” have you been here before? Were you drawn up to this estate in a car? Haven’t you done all this already? Maybe you mosey around a library, maybe you run into your suite mate in your adjoining bathroom. Regardless, seemingly all hallways, covered in priceless artworks and ancient relics from times long past, lead to the dining room, where a comically long table houses the Balfours and their many guests, some who seem just as disgruntled and confused as you. No matter. "Breakfast will be out in a minute," they say. What's that?

EDIT SEPTEMBER 2024: For those who have attended breakfast with the Balfours before, a change in routine might come as a shock, given how rarely they stray from form. However, as of September, CARMY BERZATTO has taken over Head Chef position, alongside his cousin RICHIE JERIMOVICH and always the bridesmaid never the bride, SANJI. In place of the self-serve style breakfast, there is an elevated menu, including: a self-serve juice bar, with pitchers of various juiced fruit and vegetables, shaved ice, coconut water, green and black tea syrups, potted microherbs, sliced whole berries, and finger limes. There is also, naturally, liquor and champagne available. Guests can make their own drinks, or ask the allocated staff member to serve them one of the "specials" if they're feeling adventurous.

That said, these are world class chefs, so the gold is really in the menu:
THE EGGS

𝐓𝐇𝐄 π‰πŽππ“π˜: one runny boiled egg shelled and recoated in edible gold leaf, seated on a throne of fried bread soldiers, plated with whipped butter and italian parsley.
𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐒 ππ„ππ„πƒπˆπ‚π“: vinegar poached eggs with hollandaise foam on a bed of toasted freekah and baby spinach.
𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐒 π’π‡π€πŠπ€π’π‡πŽπ”πŠπ€: two eggs poached in a ramekin of pureed tomato, served with a crispy grilled cheese cut to dip.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 π’π˜πƒππ„π˜: french omelette with a light cheese filling, topped with crushed potato chips and chives.
πŽπ„π”π…π’ ππ‘πŽπ”πˆπ‹π‹π„π’: fluffy scrambled eggs in brown butter, served on sourdough.
π’ππ€ππˆπ’π‡ 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: mini-quiche made with caramelized red onions and jamon pata negra ham.
𝐄𝐆𝐆 πŒπ‚π’π€ππƒπ–πˆπ‚π‡: bacon, egg, cheese and sausage breakfast muffin that tastes weirdly like it was made at a popular chain with golden arches.

THE SWEETS

❖ momofuku's "cereal milk" ❖
❖ fette biscottate with a sour cherry jam and peanut floss ❖
❖ a warm cinnamon bun served with a shot of espresso coffee for dipping ❖
❖ a macadamia-marzipan croissant with a wattleseed and burnt-honey filling ❖
❖ poffertjes with a liquid nutella injection ❖


If you want to leave, you’ll have to tell Giles, the housekeeper, who will arrange a car for you that mysteriously, or perhaps suspiciously, never arrives. Unfortunately, confronting Giles about it is near impossible, as he’s as good at being invisible as the rest of the house staff. Of course, there’s no reason why you can’t just walk out. The front gates are easy enough to jump over, even if the walk towards them gives you a strange sense of foreboding, or just outright discomfort, as if the ground itself doesn’t want you to leave. Those more sensitive or fragile might find they can’t make the jump, no matter how physically able, or desperately wanting. Still, a strong person could continue on, over the fence and into the lush English countryside. The feeling doesn’t dissipate, though β€” this sense of wrongness, almost sickness, like a weight on your back. Walk into the evergreen, carry on, but the strongest will make it perhaps a mile or so before the weight of dread and paranoia brings you to your knees, and then to your face, flat in the middle of a dirt road. What were you thinking? Is this really better?

Wake up with a hangover, in a bed, the curtains drawn, the maid saying, "Breakfast is served," before scurrying out. The painkillers are there, just like you remember. In fact, it’s all exactly how you remember, as if you never left an imprint the first time, or any mess you made was cleared away while your back was turned. Walk to the dining room, find everyone there eating away at their breakfast.

"We dress for dinner," says Portia, with a kind, if discerning smile. "Black tie."




2 GIRLS 1 CUP

CONTENT WARNINGS: nudity, potential for nsfw.

Over the past few days, a bit of construction has taken place on the grounds of the Saltburnt estate, and while it's difficult to piece together what exactly is being built, it's clear to see: whatever it is, it's massive, taking up a huge percentage of the grounds with multiple included structures. On the outside it seems almost like a neighborhood is being sprung up β€”Β new houses for people to live in, maybe? New shops, disconnected from the manor at large? All is revealed on opening day, when upon entry all are greeted with cheery hellos from jauntily clad persons shouting, "Huzzah!" and "Hail and well met!" For the more medieval and fantasy inclined among you, it might feel like stepping somewhere familiar and homey. To the rest, you know β€” you've just walked into a Ren Faire. Costumes are expected.

Not sure what to wear? Those born between SEPTEMBER to FEBRUARY are dubbed part of the Unseelie Court, which is associated with darkness and decay, generally dressed in deep, dark colors. Those born between MARCH to AUGUST are part of the Seelie Court, which is associated with stars and sky, in lighter, brighter colors.

On either side of the split path, you're assaulted by the scents, sights, and sounds of any ordinary Ren Faire. Vendors pawn off garlicky mushrooms and full turkey legs, or flower crowns and juggling sticks in exchange for a kiss, a secret, a lock of hair, or something of equal nonsensical value. Step inside a shop and see sellers offering crude jewelry and satchels of loose leaf tea, fudge sold by the ounce and porcelain ocarinas. Essentially, if it's kitschy and thematic, you can find it here, being sold to you by people in costume who refuse to break character.

Shopping not quite your style? Fear not! If you're lucky in your wanderings, your might spot the Unseelie Queen ALICENT HIGHTOWER or her counterpart and opposed Seelie Queen LAURALAE carried on palanquins towards the very back of the faire, where the real heart of the show takes place in a small stadium for entertainment purposes β€”Β a tourney for distinguishing yourself as the best among your peers in the manor. Prior to the tourney, all characters are given a favor of some kind ( an embroidered handkerchief, ribbon, garland, or piece of jewelry ) to give to a person of their choosing, be they a competitor or not, to show their support. Strangely, this favor seems to link them through an empathetic, sensation-based bond, so they feel everything their chosen competitor experiences. Mutual favors result in a mutual bond.

The challenges are set: ARCHERY/KNIFE THROWING, SWORDFIGHTING/HAND-TO-HAND, and a BARD'S TOURNEY. In addition to the more ye olde flavor of competition, there are also challenges for COUPLE TENNIS, HORSE POLO, and CHESS. And, in true Saltburnt fashion, there is also a somewhat lewd display of voyeuristic NUDE WRESTLING, where the first person to have an orgasm loses. (You can sign up for these competitions HERE.) To every challenge there is dubbed a winner, who in the old Westerosi tradition gets to crown a chosen "maiden" with the title THE QUEEN OR KING OF LOVE AND BEAUTY and an extravagant wreath of flowers, their victory dedicated to the lucky lord or lady. These wreaths are both fashionable and functional β€” while wearing them, no one can resist following whatever queenly command your character gives. Additionally, winners will receive prizes courtesy of Saltburnt, all to be determined upon victory.

Whichever queen has the most winners at the end of the tourney is crowned HIGH QUEEN OF THE FAE. The Queen is paraded around and celebrated by all, and while tribute is not necessary, it certainly is appreciated!






RING AROUND THE ROSEY


CONTENT WARNINGS: potential for nsfw.

The Ren Faire fixture runs adjacent to the tree line of the forest, which one can enter through a booth manned by THE GREAT WIZARD ARCHIBALD, who warns you to be prepared to enter the Realm of the Fae beyond his backdrop curtain, before handing you a flower and a pair of antlers (or a head piece from your fauna choice) for your journey to the beyond. Upon entering, you are greeted by a forest that bears no resemblance to the woods you've grown to expect in your time at the manor, everything more exaggeratedly lush than it had been even a day or so prior. Plump fruits with slightly glimmering skins grow fat on the vine, every leaf on every tree vibrant and healthy despite the changing of seasons, gone orange and red with the cold. Despite that, it's surprisingly balmy in the forest, everything illuminated by glimmering fairy lights and strung up lanterns. Flowers bloom under your feet, alongside perfect little red mushrooms, everything so idealistic it almost borders on discomfort.

Despite any reservations, there is a wild compulsion to everyone who enters the forest. The flower the wizard gave you is pungent enough to dizzy your head, leading you to the instinct of frolicking β€” or if you're not the type to frolick, then wandering β€”Β through the woods, to find some counterpart to your particular flower in a very innocent (or not so innocent) game of cat and mouse. Once you find them, a simple kiss will serve as enough to claim your prize and ease the compulsion. Unless, of course, you want to give a little more. It couldn't hurt, right?

Wander further through the seemingly never ending woods, drawn on of the beauty of faerie, and find yourself at a somewhat rundown chapel surrounded by foliage, the roof and walls broken down with age, invaded by exploring plant life that crawls and vines through every crack and opening. While the stone altar of indeterminate denomination seems like it hasn't been seen for hundreds of years, let alone cleaned, there's the distinct impression you are walking on hallowed, sacred ground when you move to inspect it. Those clever among you might note different runes etched on what appears to be a wooden tabernacle on an ancient pillar at the back of the chapel. Looking into it, there's a word from an unknown language carved inside, complimented with a cheat sheet bit of yellowing paper which reads F. M. K., with further explanation: FRIENDS, MARRY, KINK.

What could it mean? Well. You and whoever you entered the chapel with, or whoever enters next, are stuck until further notice unless you complete one of the proffered options. FRIENDS, it's time you bury the hatchet, let bygones be bygones and accept our faults moving forward, together, to the future. MARRY, let's seal our bonded union with the trees as our witness, in a church of our own making. KINK, if the altar can't be used for the former, it can certainly be used for the latter. Nothing vanilla will do β€”Β kink up or shut up.

Once completed, you're free to leave and roam around the forest at your leisure. If you wander far enough you might hear a distant, organic sound whirring and clicking from the trees, but don't worry. Whatever is watching you probably doesn't bite.




DIRECTORY


improving: (krvn-icon26)

[personal profile] improving 2024-12-25 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
No? Not everything's a test, little wolf.

[ And there's that too. She's been tempered to the point of brittleness, he fears. That the pressure of being a human being would ultimately crush her, because she's surrounded by sycophants that want her to be not just perfect, but also easy to manipulate.

Her little chide gets a grunt out of him.
]

Maybe I do, fine. But kissing isn't the only thing there's to intimacy, I hope you're aware.

[ He gives her hands a little squeeze, not really noticing. Now he feels bad about the feelings welling inside of him. What he wants, and what she can imagine someone would want. Would he be content to simply hold her, staying in a singular, completely pure and innocent moment? Probably. But he realizes that anyone who earns her trust might take advantage of her. Is he doing that? The mere thought terrifies him.

Hevry. The name snaps him back to reality. Even John, who isn't one for gossip, has heard the stories. The princeling that hasn't earned anything, yet has been given everything. It doesn't help that he's actually friends with the other one "royal" that seems not to be a nitwit...Hevry's older brother, no less. He would vouch for Argin a million times over Hevry in the matter of who should marry Melli.

He doesn't want anyone marrying Melli, of course, but short of throwing her over his shoulder and running away to other country, there's little he can do. And she would never forgive him, anyway.

They step out of the woods, and John shoots a dirty look at the tent where the wizard guy should still be in. Well, nothing to do with him now.
]

Well, we hold hands, sometimes. And sit together. My mother used to braid my hair, when I was little. And I hers.

Doesn't beat kissing, but it's a close second.
Edited 2024-12-25 23:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] missed 2024-12-26 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Glad you got someone who will offer. There are a few around here, just be careful, alright?

[ it's not full of warning, but genuine concern for one like him. there's always caution to be exacted in situations like this. ]

The house will provide, too, though it's not as filling. It works. [ though he's sure the blood must come from somewhere, but he puts that thought aside for now. ]

It's not uncommon, especially those who are companions, or in a coven. I don't kill for my hunger. Not the way I did when I was younger. I drank mostly from animals, some willing to offer, and my companion, Armand. It sated the need to hunt, to kill. Drinking from another vampire is simpler sometimes.
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[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-12-26 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Iggy doesn't stop him - just watches avidly as Theo sucks first his own fingers, and then Iggy's as well. If he hadn't just come he'd be getting hard again.]

I think it says that you're a lovely young man.

[A little amused, a little faint. His pupils are huge.]

So. We're friends now, right?
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[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-12-26 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Iggy gets down on his knees, hands skimming down Zephir's thighs. He's starting to feel a little feverish.

He nods, latching on to the idea of care - he can look after Zephir. He's good at looking after people. And if he does it well, maybe Zephir will make sure that he doesn't hurt.]


Yes. Okay. I will.

[He drags his tongue up Zephir's cock a few times, salivating freely, wetting it so that when he strokes the length it slides easier. Once he's quite sure Zephir is hard, he takes him into his mouth proper.

Iggy works whatever isn't in his mouth with his hand as he moves his head, back and forth, tonguing generously as he sucks.]
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[personal profile] improves 2024-12-26 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ melli scoffs, just a little. of course they hold hands, of course they sit together; he goes where she goes and that's how it's going to be until she's old and grey and... and maybe she'll outlive him, or he'll outlive her. no one truly retires from the royal first guard; her father's sworn guard died on duty, protecting him from an attempted kidnapping. incidents like that happen often enough that it's been a cautionary tale all her life.

it's a wonder her parents haven't assigned a personal guard to her all these years. but then again, she was as protected and sheltered as any of her mother's poison plants. as dangerous as she is precious, her mother would say.

melli doesn't feel dangerous, but she feels precious. preciously guarded; overbearingly so, most of the time. at least with john, she can go places now. sometimes they can just sit in the council gardens and watch the sun set before they make their way back to wolf's end.
]

Everything's always been a test. This could be a test, too. From the gods, to see if we'll find our way back.

[ why are they still talking about this? why are they still talking about kissing? it's not like he's interested. she's a full ten years younger than he is, and that means he's had more experience than her. he has technique, or something. he doesn't even count how many he's kissed! there's no way he'd evenβ€” but if she askedβ€” but that would be breaking the rules, right? she's technically her boss. she'll be everyone's boss one day.

maybe... maybe if...?
]

If I weren'tβ€” If we were strangers. If we just met. If we didn't know each other and you just met me, would you kiss me? Would you consider it? Hypothetically. Just hypothetically!

[ she should probably take her hands away from him now. probably should let go. she should! she isn't. oh, this is a disaster. ]
Edited 2024-12-26 08:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] improving 2024-12-26 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
I don't get it. The gods. They're so great, but all they seem to inspire is fear and doubt. Good thing they don't talk to me, I'd tell them to fuck off with that bullshit straight away.

[ He has some more choice words, but he knows this isn't a topic he should take lightly. Not with her. ]

They're powerful, aren't they? They'll be fine without you holding their hand for a moment.

[ Hypothetically?

Just what is she implying? John feels they're skirting around this topic. It puts him on edge. He has few precious things. Ruining one wouldnt do him any good.
]

You'd still annoy me to no end, that's for sure.

And... I'd probably want to? Hypothetically. But I'm too much of a coward.
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[personal profile] viver 2024-12-26 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zephir watches his precious redhead come down, cock filling out under his tongue's doting attention. It gains a few inches as he works it to full mast, making him relax his jaw to welcome its girth. From then it's a matter of thrusting slowly, letting Iggy dictate the pace; Zephir drops his head back and lets the matter take its course, fingers in ginger hair acting as a caress until they turn into a grip to keep his head from moving away.

Minutes pass, and with a few rough jerks, Zephir generously empties himself down Iggy's throat. The young man is given a few moments to get back up, turned around to lean on the altar. Lips and tongue leave marks on his skin as Zephir strokes him, so naturally it's as though he's known this pale body his entire life. Iggy is jerked off until come desecrates the vague instructions to get out of this place.

Zephir brings him back up, chest against Iggy's nape, to hug him from behind. They'll stay in this embrace until he decides otherwise. ]


Thank you. For taking care of me.
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[personal profile] improves 2024-12-26 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes some bravery to admit it to a lady of the Ten Houses, though. I think that counts. No, I'll say it counts. If what I say goes, then admitting to things like this is... I think it's brave of you to say so.

Especially since I kind of put you on the spot, didn't I? By asking?

[ this is getting away from her. it's fine. first times always have meaning, even if it's not the meaning she thinks she wants it to have. the important thing is that she trusts him. she can trust him to have her back and to look out for her when even she can't see ahead of her. that's worth more than a crush or an infatuation.

the gods will understand. it's not like she's asking him for a baby or to promise her a marriage.

just a kiss. just one to see what it's like. hevry's kissed other girls; why can't she kiss one other guy too?
]

You have my blessing. As a reward for your courage. You should kiss me.
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-12-26 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Your… your mouth on my neck. I like that.

[ It drives her crazy, actually. In the best way.

(Now we handwave him figuring out she's trans because I don't feel like playing that out every time lmao)

Cellar juts her hips forward, mouth open for a sharp exhale β€” the prospect of a hand between her legs is as sweet as the real thing, a small and soft bulge under the fabric; she's chasing kisses, exploring his length in the cage of her fingers, delight in her voice, laughter bubbling up. ]


That feels good.
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[personal profile] chokedout 2024-12-26 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmhmm. Best of friends.

[Best kind of friends, honestly. He leans in to peck him on the lips one more time, before taking his hand.]

Let's go back to the - the manor. I want a cigarette and a lounge chair.
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[personal profile] perfectionner 2024-12-26 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Pain, when applied in the right way, can often enhance pleasure. Is that something you have experienced as well?

[ No doubt she has, if she speaks of it here and now, but Lestat finds that he already enjoys listening to her voice, the musicality in it, and he certainly doesn't want her to stop now β€” even if he suspects she might be distracted from speech in very short order.

For the moment, his attention is primarily drawn to the pale white skin of her bare thighs, as she assists him in lifting up her skirts, drawing the gauzy fabric up to her waist so that there is little to hinder him in his goal β€” one that would ultimately see her crying out in pleasure, rather than pain, on top of this very altar. ]


Good girl. [ Though he's also willing to take his time, which might become apparent as he ducks his head to press his lips against the inside bend of her knee β€” soft and gentle, yet still full of intention, before his kisses begin to trail upward and inward simultaneously, ascending over her thigh and encouraging her to open her legs for him in the process. ]

Your scent... it is enough to make one's mouth water, ma foudre.
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[personal profile] perfectionner 2024-12-26 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is rare for Lestat to encounter anyone who is not even the least bit familiar with the French language in passing β€” but then again, he has encountered many rarities here, people who hail from worlds with dragons and pirates and oceans that have swallowed up nearly everything else. How fascinating they've all been, and none of them so similar to each other, leaving Lestat more than occupied by the documentation of all their idiosyncrasies.

He has always loved humanity, for the diversity it offers β€” no two people are ever exactly the same, not even identical twins β€” but he finds a different sort of affection inspired by the ones who are inhuman, like himself, and he has never encountered as many of those in one place as he has here.

The hand gripping onto Astarion's, the paperweight clasped between them, may be occupied, but his other currently isn't, and it rises between them, careful not to scratch Astarion with the sharp points of his fingernails in favor of gentler tips stroking along the defined curve of a jawline. ]


It is my native tongue, you see, and it seemed fitting, given the circumstances. [ Lestat's eyes drift over Astarion's features, mapping him in this moment β€” the arch of his eyebrows, the artful tousle of his hair, the visible points of his ears. ] I called you "my star," for you are one who brilliantly dazzles and allures.
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[personal profile] reneger 2024-12-26 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Mind control.

( his tone is relatively - deadpan, intentionally, but he doesn't like how that sounds one bit. overcoming powerful influences has always been part of bruce's basic training program, but if it can work around wally's ability to think faster than jason can blink, chances aren't looking great for the rest of them. especially considering the others he's met around here.

over examining past events isn't going to help currently, and wally keeps talking because of course he does. the targaryen comment has jason giving an ugly snort, reaching a hand out to clasp wally's shoulder. )


That's a bold statement. Have you met Damian?
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[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-12-26 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay!

[Unfeigned enthusiasm. Iggy nods and gets himself back into some semblance of order, taking Theo's hand again once he's presentable.

He holds it the whole way home.]
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[personal profile] chokedout 2024-12-26 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Theo should disentangle himself with an excuse to leave - what has he learned so far besides he's an easy lay (already known,) and that this man is precariously close in kind to Willem? Why does he stay, laying there, breathing slow and steady while considering Zephir's suggestion. It's not even a question, that'd have to start in 'would you like to' or something similar.]

And what, exactly, would my day look like if I did?
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[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-12-26 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's good. That's possibly the most unsettling part - the sex is really, really good. And better still is being held.

It feels as though their hearts are beating at the same time.

Eventually he moves, turning clumsily in the circle of Zephir's arms. He hugs him with a shy, pathetic sort of affection, like an animal that's been kicked too many times.]


Thank you.
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[personal profile] viver 2024-12-26 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm no clairvoyant.

[ Such a lazy answer. He doesn't think Theo minds that sort of thing very much. As for what follows β€” Zephir is a shameless liar, yes, but he isn't lying now: ]

I won't demand anything that you can't give. I won't make you sleep on my come, either.
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[personal profile] semicharmed 2024-12-26 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt wouldn't be much help if he could tell what Wille was thinking. In his life, certain things definitely have gotten better for him. He got out of his parents' house, achieved a sort of freedom in leaving his family's company. His old wounds don't remind him they hurt as often as they once did. But when it comes to love, Matt's not sure he's ever properly 'gotten over' anyone in his life. He's just moved on.

What he can tell: Although the other guy is giving him a yes--or more accurately, deal--it's not an unqualified yes. Matt nearly breaks in with just kidding or some other fig leaf. But then he thinks ... something transactional like this, taking a kiss in payment for a flower, that might count as kink by this chapel's standards. It could get them out of here.

"Okay," he echoes, beginning to smile. "In that case ..."

Matt steps closer, shuffling his bouquet to one arm so he won't stab Wille with any of the roses' thorns. As he approaches, he notes that they're nearly the same height. Wille might notice a scent hanging around Matt that's darker and richer than the flowers he carries. It's almost like smoky chocolate, and maybe a hint of cherry.

Matt reaches up to brush Wille's cheek with his fingertips. And he leans in, tilting his head gently.
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[personal profile] chokedout 2024-12-26 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll take my shower and decide.

[Thinking that maybe, just maybe, there'll be some post-nut clarity when this is all washed off of him and whatever it was he so willingly consumed might no longer still taste on his tongue. Is he affected by it still or is that just a hopeful want, a reason to throw away his day without even knowing what'll be done with it? He looks at Zephir for a moment, pinching a smile before caressing a hand down his arm as he sits forward to get up. Not being sore is nice, at least.]

Gives you time to add anything more compelling to the offer, too.
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[personal profile] viver 2024-12-27 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ What a beautiful little creature. Its devotion would make anyone second-guess what Zephir must do next, but Iggy only justifies his determination, more worthy now than he'd been before. ]

We're so close, love. [ To freedom from this chapel, these woods, this nightmare. ] I just need you to endure one last time.

[ Zephir has Iggy in his embrace when fingers push through the middle of his body again. No cuts this time; flesh gives way like clay, four holes turning into five, then a large one when his fist reaches inside. There's enough distance between them after, as Zephir looks down at the seed in bloody hands, shining with gore and brand new misery. The seed's coat has split already, just enough for the radicle to start peeking through.

Zephir sees something beautiful, held between them so Iggy can see it too. He has so much love and pride. So much madness and negligence. The seed goes back in his body, their foreheads touching affectionately as an impossible wound is gradually sealed. He's caressing the young man's face. ]


Listen closely, Iggy. I need you to remember this.

You belong to someone who means nothing to you and everything to me. When you find each other, I want you to tell him what I've done. He'll know it's a gift, and you'll let him decide what he wants to do with it.

[ Old wood groans on the far end of the chapel. The doors have opened. ]

Will you smile for me?
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[personal profile] viver 2024-12-27 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ He places his hand on top of Theo's, brings it up to kiss the knuckles. Released after, Zephir's guest is free to do as he pleases, for as long as he needs to.

Theo's privacy doesn't last forever, though. Zephir takes his time but makes his presence known in unhurried actions, entering the bathroom to join him under the showerhead with an embrace, chin on his shoulder. It isn't sexual, but he wouldn't blame the man whose back is flat against his chest for thinking otherwise. Instead there's just this sense of… wanting to be close, gradually dripping with the water that reaches him, too. ]


You left your toothbrush on the floor.

[ He twists them from side to side ever so slightly, eyes shut. This is Theo's introduction to how relentlessly affectionate Zephir is. ]
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[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-12-27 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Iggy stands still, swaying only slightly. His flesh gives way and it's terrible, it's awful, but then Zephir is showing him the seed and he gasps. It's vibrant. Alive. It's so beautiful, and as it goes back inside of him Iggy feels something turn over in his heart.

He is a vessel. This is his function.

Breathing shallowly, Iggy's eyelids flutter as he nods. His tongue feels thick when he speaks.]


Yes. I'll remember.

[He lifts his face. His pale skin is streaked with blood and the skin below his eyes is bluish with shock and pain. He looks Zephir in the eye and smiles, softly radiant.]
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[personal profile] missed 2024-12-27 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ louis welcomes the bark of the tree against his back and the press of harry between his thighs. he arches his back expertly, grinding his hips and ass against the other man, closing the space between them. he's equally disappointed that their tongues can't twine the same way, that the bridle keeps them from doing everything he wants to in this moment but he reaches for him all the same, fingers reaching and sinking into his hair, giving a sharp pull back so that the angle will favor their kisses. ]

You taste like ice and gold.

[ a cool, white-hot sort of spice laced with the tang of metal, not unlike the sweet syrup of blood on his tongue. his hands slide down his crown, his nape, his shoulders, reaching for the bridle being pulled by ivy and magic and giving it a soft tug of his own. ]

Wants us up there.

[ the altar - that's where this needs to happen. ] Let me take care of you. [ a soft huff, his mouth moving to find harry's jaw, nipping and kissing and sucking. marking in a way vampires don't. in a way that doesn't leave him blood or punctured. he finds a tender spot beneath harry's ear where the strap of the bridle falls and has rubbed the skin and he sucks hard, working it with his devilish tongue. ]

Only way to get this off. Fucking house. [ a hoarse little moan falls from his lips as one arch of his hips brings his burgeoning hard-on dragging against harry's fly. ]
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[personal profile] viver 2024-12-27 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zephir is as warm as the sun, a contrast to Iggy's waning color. There he is, someone one understands who he is today, who he will be until Life and Death free him from their little dance. ]

Thank you. [ A kiss on Iggy's lips. He looks at the doors. ] Go now. They're waiting for you.
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[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-12-27 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Iggy is still smiling when he kisses back, it only fading as he walks to the doors on feet that feel numb and unimportant.

Iggy already wants to see Zephir again. It's evident in his gaze when he casts one last look over his shoulder before he leaves.]